Setting fire to the long knots of clandestine wearDeath was sneering while washing my hairThe count down spoke in FrenchThank God I couldnít understandÖat that momentRemaining with patient air and open sea sandsSide-stepping new moods raining in wheelbarrowsNow seemingly unexpected and ancientYet a porcelain smile, seems the ointment

All dissertations of growth tendrils caressing my fleshBeseeching me to the equity of oceanic windsFrom where a rose with a very long stemBleeds dew upon its thorns mysteriousMy soul wept but found the essence

Then another soul came aliveRemaining in my mouth, gambling away the nightEvery moment became more humanNeedless to say, I never minded loosingAnd Iíll always love you, regardlessCarefully slicing a piece of nighttime inspiredWith how things blend, the unknown mergesOf the sigh of words and familiar voicesThat beat me to death

Ahhhh the winds of emotions, charming, fragrantFalling upon my chest, these lambs ofPragmatic perspective, mingled essence, how soft and pureTheir auras perfumed applauding the tourTaking me by the hand, answering questionsWasteland separations, how utterly naÔveWith pity shrieking, afraid to receiveI am full woman melting this fleshDay by day by day and nothing else mattersI wonít compromise freedom

How your hand reached mine, Iíll never knowEven your reprimanding flames my fervor, like an accomplished maestroThank you God!Iíve always sung like the windÖmerely asking questionsTrying to loiter with forgivenessRegardless of those moments of defenseWe "become" as we are biddable To the paramount we know at one level, To the expressions that comes from the crown. That word becomes our lifeís gown

A generous friend thinks of meI know the words singAnd I cling to them, to this soft beautyWith no name, looking east to westI canít and wonít be what I am naught

Biting off every piece, that I may savor the testsIíve at times compromised, with tail between my legsI found whether the truth is real or not,One becomes full of doubtOur minds can be held captive by mere mental obsessionsLooking inward to find some personal truth or perspectivesDeveloping a mindset based on a contaminated attitudeYou cannot give away, what you donít possess~~~Remember that if the day should come when youíre alone and Iím not here

Enlivening our eyes from the inside towards communitiesIs an ending we unaided must makeA moment to moment restraintDoing as we see Him do, loving is all there isLearning to die a little each and every day,To self conscious, awkward ways.

Iíd like to be your white bird arrivingOn a weary night, a faceless child is bornYou once believed in me and in yourselfPerhaps if youíd only rememberI never lied to you

Would it be so audacious to assumeThe apostle of enlightenmentOur source of strengthOr is it more important being right?

You cannot give away what you do not possessWhat have you given your soul to?And worse, what will you do to keep it?